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kare no hime | 彼の姫

This story will contain mature themes. Read at your own risk.

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After three months of staying with Ryomen Sukuna, he finally takes you somewhere. The golden capital of the Heian era; Kyoto. You then encounter a man you thought you wouldn’t see again.

Chapter four - The Zenin mans return

“Why are you packing my stuff for me?” you ask, quickly walking towards Uraume.

“Master Sukuna wants you to accompany him on his trip to the capital,” Uraume says, avoiding eye contact or standing close to you. “We will be leaving now.”

A part of you jumped. The thought of leaving Sukuna’s minka was like leaving the planet. Was he finally letting you free? Was your deal with him over?

No. It wasn’t. It had only been four months. Nothing happened that changed you or him. The deal wasn’t over until he said so. Leaving everything behind didn’t feel safe for some reason. These months, nothing attacked the peaceful mountain atmosphere. So far, Sukuna kept his promise to protect you at all costs. You wouldn’t exactly miss Sukuna, but you don’t know why you always felt a bit uncomfortable thinking about leaving him. Maybe you were too used to being shielded by him, and scared of being independent.

But Kyoto meant something new. Japan’s best scholars and teachers reside there, and you have a chance of learning, if Sukuna lets you.

The entrance of the minka had two horses and a cart with a roof. There was Sukuna, but with two arms instead of four, shorter, and more human appearance. He sat on the cart, hand on his chin. Glaring at you. You weren’t sure how he suddenly looked more human, but ‘jujutsu’ was a mystery to you. It was a bunch of techniques that made magic happen. At least it was your way of interepertation.

You get on beside Sukuna as Uraume gets on the front of the cart.

A blast of fire shoots from Sukuna’s hand onto your former home. The flames almost immediately burn all of it down. You stare in silent horror, as Sukuna and Uraume were unaffected by what they just did.

“Why did you burn it down?” you ask, confused.

‘We won’t be coming back,” Uraume coldly replies. “This is to get rid of all evidence of us here.”

Sukuna then shoots out a blast of water, extinguishing the fire. Curling his finger, saplings and grass grew.

“Master Sukuna.. There is no way the effect has taken so quickly,” Uraume’s eyes froze in panic. “We can’t travel like this, can we?”

“Do not worry, it only changes my abilities a little bit,” Sukuna replies. “I won’t be using cursed techniques too much now, sorcerers will know I’m not human.”

Uraume nods, kicking the horse to move foward.

“How long will it take for us to reach Kyoto?” you ask, munching on a rice cake.

“Two days, if it were just Sukuna and I,” Uraume explained in a rather passive aggressive manner “Seven days and six nights with you.”

You stay silent. You weren’t surprised either. You were human, and they were creatures with immense speed and power.

“I want you to remember three rules once we arrive to Kyoto,” Sukuna’s deep voice cuts the silence. “One, is you may not leave my sight. Two is you may not speak carelessly,” Sukuna goes on. “Three, is to pretend to my servant.”

“Okay,” you reply, content with the simplicity.

The sun was already setting, and in front of you were still mountains and forests. Hida was still visible.

“Why are we going to Kyoto?” you rest your head on your hand.

“I have something to do there,” Sukuna vaguely explains.

“Is it apart of using me?” you cautiously speak, afraid he’ll blow up.

But he didn’t.

“Possibly, we don’t know yet,” Sukuna says, looking at you. Sukuna was growing more human like and it started to get on your nerves. Someone who you once had to raise your head to speak to was now 6′2. Maybe he’ll grow to be your height.

The orange and pink skies gradually went away as shadows of your cart also disappeared. The sun was now completely set. The moon was bright enough Uraume could see. There were no stars tonight, just the moon.

You catch Sukuna also staring at the full moon.

“Women, look,” Sukuna suddenly interrupted your thoughts. “That’s the moon,”

“Yeah, I know that’s the moon,” you respond, a little baffled. Even children knew what the moon was.

“Why is it so high up?” Sukuna asked, unbothered by your tone. His arms were all behind his head, one leg on top of another, relaxed.

“It is what provides light in the night,” you say. “Too low would burn our eyes, too high up gives no light.”

“The moon must be a god then,” Sukuna’s tone changed. It wasn’t angry, or neutral. Just a man questioning everything. “Wonder how he got up there, and I’m still here.”

“The moon wouldn’t destroy villages and kill people, Sukuna,” unafraid of his violence, you spoke honestly. “The moon is a god because of their neutral character.” you look at Sukuna’s expression. He wasn’t pissed at your response. He felt rather content and restrained for once. “Why do you want to be a god?”

Sukuna paused for a moment before answering.

“I’m the king of curses, now I want to be the god of them,” he gently said, with a slightly dark gaze. “If the god is the top of the hierarchy, I must be god.” his eyes continued to glare at the moon, as if it would stare back. You didn’t bother replying this time, since you were unsure what to say. Sukuna was a strange man. He was condescending but not like a god. Deep down, you knew Sukuna wasn’t ready to be a god. Not yet.

Sukuna tapped his foot, obviously impatient. He wanted a reply.

“I think being powerful isn’t enough to be god,” you spit out. Sukuna’s face lit up with interest. “A true god shouldn’t be affected by emotion. Anger, sadness, happiness, fear, and jealousy is what makes human not a god.” you say.

“Why not?” he asks.

“Then the god may live how they wish,” you softly whisper, tired. “So nothing ties them down. Living in full objectivity.”

The cart comes to a stop.

“Master Sukuna, do we continue or let this woman rest?” Uraume asks from the front.

“No, we can’t waste time,” Sukuna replied, eye fixated on the path. “She can sleep on the cart while continuing the journey.”

You roll up into a ball as you place a blanket over yourself. You close your eyes.

“Wake up, woman!” Sukuna gently smacks you.

The afternoon sun was already making you sweat. You get up from the cart and stretch.

“How long until Kyoto?” you ask, eyes still blurry. It felt like everything was a long dream.

“We’re here,” Uraume retorts. Kyoto is right in front of us.”

You almost choke on your own saliva. Rushing out of the cart, down the hill were dark blue tile roofs and people pouring into the city. Kyoto. That was it.

“It hasn’t been seven days!” you mutter.

“We put you to sleep for two days,” Uraume snaps. “Master Sukuna carried you on his back the entire time.”

You notice the cart you were on wasn’t even the one you guys came with. Sukuna blankly stared at you. His form was now fully human--you couldn’t tell he was the monster he was. The tattoos completely disappeared, face now like a normal mans. Nevertheless, his build and muscles were abnormal for an average man.

Maybe last night’s conversation made him more human.

“Let’s go,” Sukuna waved his two fingers, a habit you noticed he had.

Kyoto’s streets were full of small businesses selling all sorts of goods. Food, clothes, and even dogs. The women you saw had pale faces with small red lips, all wearing colorful kimonos with light laughters. The streets saw performers with little monkeys, men pushing carts and children running around playing.

“Don’t get lost,” Sukuna hissed. “Kyoto has a reputation of lost women being illegally sold to brothels.”

The deeper you go into the city, the more turns you took, the more you realized how much you missed out. You’ve never been to any big city, but your father has. He described Kyoto as the place where opportunities with the Emperor lies. But your mother laughed it off.

“Today is Obon,” Sukuna murmured to himself. “No wonder the crowds bigger than normal.”

Sukuna stops at a street with little people. The building had dark brown tiles and gave you an uneasy feeling.

“Uraume, take her somewhere,” Sukuna threw a piece of silver at them. “Don’t come until I give a signal.”

“Master, are you sure you don’t need me there?” Uraume panicked. You guess she didn’t want to be stuck with you all day either. But it made you feel like a child. Like you needed to be watched.

“No,” Sukuna’s glare made Uraume look down.

“Come with me,” Uraume frowned.

You quietly follow Uraume to a busy street, a very loud one too. Some men keep at shouting at you to buy food, some push them in your face.

“You keep this piece of silver if you want to buy something,” Uraume handed it to you, and kept on walking.

There was a gentle tap on your shoulder.

An old man, eyes squinting with a face full of wrinkles and white hair tried to smile. He wore all white, extending to the ground. He reached out his hand.

“Young lady, would you like to know where your future lies?” the man whispers. “It is free.” his voice was oddly calming. “I don’t have much time left, and I want to help others by giving them advice.”

“Sure,” you smiled out of pity.

“Spread out your hand and fingers,” the old man said, and you did.

The old man looked at your hand normally for a few seconds or so, but then slightly, his expressions changed.

“Young lady, you will either bring great fortune or great disaster to yourself and the men around you,” the old man explains. “I cannot prevent this. May Buddha protect you.”

“Hurry up,” Uraume sneer snapped you back into reality.

The old man in white was gone, maybe now in the blended crowd.

“Fox stealing my food!” someone shrieked. “A fox is stealing my rice!”

Down the street, you see a man with a broom chasing away a white furred fox. The fox stops running for a moment, looking your direction. You smile at the sign from the gods.

A crowd suddenly rushes to where you and Uraume were. You weren’t sure why, but you ducked from the swinging hands and legs. You could spot Uraume’s white hair, but it was getting more distant, moment by moment.

“Uraume?” you yell, panic rising in your chest. “I’m here!”

The crowd pushes you further and further away, as you hear Uraume’s shouts, getting fainter and fainter.

You see a small opening at an alleyway, rushing out. Gasping for air, you cough. You were alone again. Without Sukuna, Uraume, or anyone.

“W-which lady is it t-this time?” a distorted voice asked.

A purple like blob appeared at the back of the alleyway. It had one eye, and a huge mouth. The crooked teeth were visible, and had liquid dripping out of it. It slowly steps forward.

“This one’s prettiest one we’ve caught today,” a malicious snicker came behind you. “We’ll sell her to the most expensive brothel in Kyoto.”

No, no. Not again. Please.

The blob shoots out a string from itself, tightening it on your neck.

You said you would protect me, where are you now?

The sound of laughter and light moans woke you up. Scrambling out of a thin mat, you feel your shoulders immediately sweat. There were a bunch of other mats and blankets on the floor, with bright lights outside the room.

This time, you won’t get out of this room. You didn’t know where you were, what these people would do to you.

“Has the new girl awoken?” an old woman’s voice said from outside the room. “We must give her to our most presentable guest tonight.”

You froze. This was a brothel.

The door slid open, a girl younger than you were handed you a pink kimono.

“I’m sorry you ended up here, but endure it, it’ll be over soon,” she whispers.

“No, no, no!” you shrieked. “I’m not supposed to be here! Tell them I’m not a slave, I was lost and kidnapped!” tears formed in your eyes.

An old woman with well done black hair glares at you with a careless expression.

“I spent 20 silver on you, I won’t let you that easily,” she scoffed. “Put it on or I won’t be so nice afterwards.”

“No,” you say, holding in your cries.

“Come in, she won’t put it on,” the madam orders, as more servants storm in. They held your arms, legs, and torso firmly. No matter how much you tried, they didn’t let you go one bit.

The pink kimono was revealing by the chest, and your figure stood out more. By this point, you stopped crying.

Because you had a plan.

Gently knocking the door, you can’t help but tremble. You then slide and step in.

A pair of disgusting hands grabbed onto your waist. A man wearing a black kanmuri with a long robe smiled. His fingers traced to our chest as you gently kick him back.

“Come here,” his voice made you internally scream.

“Before anything, let’s play a game,” you say in a soft voice.

“Oh?” the man stood up. “Tell me what the game is?

You cleared your voice.

“I only accept strong men with great abilities,” you say, putting your hand to his chest, slowly going to his neck. “I have a game that can test that.”

“Tell me!” the man demanded.

You retrieve the hand on his chest, and sit down on a mat with a table. You pour clear liquid in your cup, tasting it.

Sake.

Then you open the top of the kettle, to see the inside of the kettle was actually split into two parts; water and alcohol. A turn of the knob on the kettle changes the liquid.

“Whoever gives up drinking first wins,” you smile. “If you win, you can do whatever you want, if I win, you can’t touch my anywhere.”

“Deal!” the man ran to also sit. “A women can never outdrink a man!”

“We’ll see,” you mutter.

You turn the knob to alcohol, pouring a it into the mans cup.

The man immediately chugged it down.

Turning the knob to water, you pour it into your own cup, drinking it slowly.

Repeat. 10 times, 20 times, you couldn’t remember.

“I’m done!” the man yelled, his drunken self standing up. “I don’t care if I can’t outdrink you,” he lunges towards you, grabbing your hands and neck.

Kicking him, you knew you had to advantage. You were sober, he was not.

A sudden, loud thump came from the window.

“Who dares interrupt a lovely night with my woman and I?” the man screamed, tumbling on the floor while doing so.

“I dare,” a nostalgic voice laughed. Your gaze drifted to the window.

A tall man with black hair, a scar on his face wearing all black crawled in. His smirk wasn’t easily forgotten. He had that devious smirk on his face as always. The man you hated the most.

Toji Zenin.

“Thanks for making him drunk,” he was holding a katakana.

“Zenin Toji,” the man whispered. “Y-you bastard.”

“I never knew this would be such an easy kill,” Toji laughed once more. He looked your direction, You felt your heart race and guts wrenching. Toji. He started all of this.

You close your eyes as a man’s scream and sound of splattering filled the room.

Opening your eyelids, you see Toji about to leave the room via the window he crawled in. You quickly walked to him, pulling his shirt.

“What?” he scratched his head.

You slap him.

“I just saved you, didn’t I?” his words made you even more furious.

“Zenin Toji,” your tears came back. “Don’t you remember who I am?”

Toji looked at you for a brief moment.

“We’ve never met before-”

“You abandoned me on our wedding night,” you cry.

“Oh, you,” Toji’s neutral face made you cry even more. “Your not with Sukuna?”

You gently kick him.

“You abandoned me just so he could find me? You’re not different from a monster!” you sob. “Do you know how much I missed my family? How much eggshells I had to walk upon arriving there? I almost died from the fire!”

Toji put his hand on your shoulder. He avoided saying anything. He just put his hand there, rubbing and soothing the tired you.

“I’d rather stay here than follow you again,” you sniff. “You’d give me to some monster again,” the term monster was vaguely defined. Sukuna looked like a monster, but his thoughts and emotions were beyond bloodshed. He burned down villages, killed innocent people, but when calm, he was any other man. Monster couldn’t describe Sukuna.

Toji snaps. “Theres thousands of people on the streets tonight, I can’t do anything to you even if I wanted to.”

“L-let’s make a binding vow,” you grab his hand.

“Where did you learn that from?” Toji asked. You ignored the question. You weren’t sure how the rules worked, or what happened if you broke a vow. You just knew even the immoral Sukuna followed the rules.

“You can’t harm me, make me do anything I don’t want to do,” you start. “In exchange, I won’t report you.”

“I’m already known as someone who does illegal work, reporting me again doesn’t make anything change,” Toji frowns.

You take the silver Uraume gave you from before out of a pouch you tied to your wrist. Even when changing into a new kimono, you knew how money was important if you escaped.

“Deal!” Toji’s eyes light up. He then opens the window. “I’ll get down first, you then put your feet onto my shoulders and close the door.”

You nod.

Toji steps out of the window, and you hear the sound of roof tiles. He could abandon you at that moment, proving the binding vow to only work on Sukuna.

But he didn’t.

“Come down!”

You climb out of the window, closing it. Your feet were unsteady on Toji’s shoulders, but he quickly grabbed your upper thighs to hold you stable. You feel fingers squishing them, and smack his head.

Toji lets you down on the low roof.

“I wish I could slap you,” you angrily huff.

“I needed a good grip so you didn’t fall off and die,” Toji’s evil smile told you that wasn’t the case. “What is there to squish anyway?”

You step on his foot with a harsh stomp.

“That didn’t hurt,” Toji said, unbothered.

“I’m hungry,” you say. Speaking of which, you didn’t even have breakfast, or lunch. “Can we use that silver to buy something to eat?”

“We made a deal, you give me that silver, I don’t harm you,” Toji walks the direction opposite of all the lights and noise.

You run and latch onto his back.

“I also said you can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do,” you whisper in his ear. “Right now, I don’t want you to leave me. I have no one to rely on if I get attacked.”

“What do you want to eat,” Toji asked, clearly done with you.

“I want anything,” you reply.

While munching on fried octopus, you stare at Toji’s face. He wasn’t smirking, smiling, or anything that seemed sly at all. He just walked. But every time there was a dense crowd passing by, he’d grab your pinkie, making sure you aren’t hurt.

The Obon festival was full of yellow lanterns hanging on the streets, and people dancing. You could barely hear your own footsteps, as chatter was in each corner of the street. The smell of sweet, sour, and salty foods made you want more, but you knew Toji wanted the money to himself.

“Do you want some?” you shove an octopus to his face. “You haven’t eaten yet, have you?”

“I like red meat better,” Toji scoffed.

“Red meat is expensive, you can’t find it on the streets,” you say.

“Then I won’t eat,” Toji put his arms together.

You look up at the sky. A lantern’s light was brighter amongst the dark night. But there wasn’t one. Hundreds. Hundreds of lanterns. You saw people release them from a bridge, beside a small river, releasing them. To honor their ancestors.

Caring less about Toji, you run up to a stand selling lanterns. Before lighting it up, you run to the bridge to release it.

“You respect your ancestors?”

Toji didn’t leave.

“I don’t even know them,” you reply. “It think it’s pretty.” you notice Toji now standing beside you. “You probably don’t.”

“You’re right woman,” he puts his arms on the ledge of the bridge. “I couldn’t care less about them. I hope they rot in the deepest depths of hell.”

“Why do you hate your family so much?”

“They never treated me like family,” Toji lashes. His eyes tried to hold in something. They weren’t tears. For a matter of fact, you knew certain people weren’t secretive because they wanted to. They keep things to themselves because no one asked. Your sister only told you about her worries when asked, so you made it a habit. To ask more. But Toji obviously wasn’t comfortable.

“I know a family who beat their six year old boy to death once,” you begin. “They didn’t get punished. So I punished them.” Toji looked at you with amusement. “I put leeches into their food.”

“Did they die?”

“No, but their throats and stomach hurt to this day,” you say.

“You seem like a kind innocent woman who yearns for mercy,” he stares at the sky.”

“I don’t care for mercy, I put leeches into the food so they can’t meet with a businessman the next day,” your voice slightly got quieter. “A deal between them meant my father’s businesses earn less.”

Toji bursts into quiet giggles.

“So how long do you plan for me to stay with you?” Toji stretches.

“I-I don’t know,” you mutter.

Toji looks behind him, and then left and right again.

“I have to go woman,” Toji waves while brisk walking away from the bridge.

You run to the edge.

Toji stopped, turning around. The lanterns behind him shone brighter, but he stood out.

“See you again, Fushiguro,”

You feel your guts tightening when he said your last name.

After one blink, he was gone, disappearing into the crowds of people.

You feel a sharp presence behind you. A presence only one person you knew had. Although glares couldn’t be felt, you could feel it.

“You broke rule number one.”

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kare no hime | 彼の姫

This story will contain mature themes. Read at your own risk.

Sukuna, no longer the beast he is, develops a much deeper connection with you. You find ignoring him is far harder than it was before.

Chapter 6 - Sukuna’s confession

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The following week was peaceful.

You place the basket full of clothes on the ground beside the stream. Although Aoi’s children made a mess, they were taught well. Unlike most children you’ve seen who were spoiled and didn’t have a sense of responsibility, Aoi’s two sons, Anju and Anfuku, were respectful. Even if they run around in the village all day, getting dust and grass stains on them, they tried helping you out.

Your routine was quite simple. Wake up, make breakfast for everyone, eat. Then start doing chores. Aoi even started paying you. It wasn’t much, but enough to buy rice cakes in the village.

You take a blue sheet out of the basket, and start washing. While rubbing and scrubbing, you notice Anju, the older brother, running towards you.

“Fushiguro!” he yelled, almost tripping.

“Slow down Anju,” you say, taking the sheet out of the waters.

“I need to tell you something,” he pants. “Father is home!”

“That’s great,” you reply, smiling. “I’ll be back home when I finish washing these.”

“No!” Anju pulled your arm. “You have to come before he leaves!”

Anju was fierce when dragging you. He wasn’t this excited before.

Sukuna was also in the room with Aoi, and her husband. He didn’t look like a peasant to you, but not quite a lord either. His physic was also quite lean, but not as much as Sukuna’s or Toji’s.

“Sit down,” Aoi gently whispered. So you sit.

Anju ran to sit next to his father, whom gave him a vague grin. But Anfuku, ran to sit with Sukuna. Ever since Sukuna was in the house, Anfuku adored him. You weren’t quite sure what Sukuna did with Aoi’s husband, but Sukuna seemed pissed every time he came back.

“I will be leaving for the Hida province,” he declared. “I won’t be back until next spring.” he looked at his wife. “I will be leaving enough money for you and the children to last until then.”

“No!” Anju stood up. “You just went to Kyoto, now you’re leaving again?”

“Anju,” his calm voice interrupted. “Father has to work, be a good boy and take care of your mother and younger brother.”

Anju sat down, clearly angry.

“Tsuku is a good example of a man, learn from him, Anfuku,” Aoi’s husband stood up. He looked at Sukuna. “You have such great potential to serve the emperor Tsuku, do not waste this talent of yours.”

Now it was your turn.

“Fushiguro, do not worry, I will arrange marriage with you and Tsuku once I am back,” he took a step to the door.

You froze in embarrassment. You weren’t sure who it was; Aoi, Anju, or Anfuku who wanted this. But it was obvious one of them wanted Tsuku to be with you.

“Wait,” you say.

“Yes?” he turned around.

“I have one more request,” your eyes water. “I have told Aoi I have no family. But the truth is, I think my family is still alive. They live in the Hida province. If you have the chance, may you consider travelling to the north of Hida to find them?” your voice trembles. “My father’s name is Ato Fushiguro.”

Aoi’s husband pauses, then nods.

“If I have the time, I will search for them.”

“Thank you,”

He turns to the door as everyone scrambles to follow him to his horse. Anju was bawling, but Aoi was rather calm. But you could tell, she didn’t want this.

While grilling fish, you see Anfuku standing next to you, waiting for the food to be ready. His rather innocent face made you wonder why he liked Sukuna so much, since he did ignore Anfuku a lot.

“Anfuku, I have a question,” you say, sliding the fish into a plate, handing it to him.

“Yes?” his high pitched voice replied.

“Were you the one who wanted me married to Tsuku?” you said in the gentlest tone possible.

“No,” he responds, eyes locked on the fish. Anfuku loved fish more than anything.

“Was it your mother?” you ask again.

“No,”

“Anju?!” you were surprised he was even concerned for you and Sukuna’s business.

“No,” Anfuku smiled. “Tsuku.”

“He wants to marry me?” your heart jumped that the conclusion.

“Shh,” Anfuku put the plate on the ground, then put his index finger on his lips. “Don’t tell him I know. I was secretly listening to him talk to father.”

“H-how did he say it?” your chest pounded.

“He said he wanted to make you his wife because,” he stopped to think. “Because of your magnanimous character. I don’t know what that means, sorry.” he picks up the plate and runs.

You stood there like a fool. Although you didn’t move at all, your head was thinking of all sorts of scenarios.

Ryomen Sukuna wanted to marry you.

No, Tsuku did.

He wanted a life with you.

You snap out of it, and leave the kitchen.

Sukuna was standing right in the hallway, with Anfuku next to him. Sukuna’s jaw grew much more sharper, and the bottom of his eyes had bumps. You knew Sukuna’s true form had little eyes beneath his actual ones.

“I told you she’s red!” Anfuku shrieked in happiness.

“Brat,” Sukuna mutters.

“Anfuku, go eat,” you said quietly, gently push the little boy, laughing while running. You turn to look at Sukuna. His monster appearance was coming back. You heard some of the other village kids mocking him once.

“Y-you go eat too,” your stomach felt unbelievably hot.

“No,” Sukuna’s stare made your face feel warm now too.

You turn to leave, until he grabs you by the hand.

“I need to show you something,” he whispers in your ear.

It was almost sunset, and Sukuna had the nerve to take you out in the middle of the forest. But he was confident.

“Are we there yet?”

“We’re here,” he grabs your wrist, leading you onto a hill.

A hot spring.

He then attempts to take off his robe in front of you, but you put a hand on his stomach.

“Not in front of me,” you say.

“Why not?”

“Because..” you continue. “Go behind a rock.”

As Sukuna changed, you also took off your kimono.

The water wasn’t as boiling hot as the one Sukuna’s old residence, but hot enough you felt relaxed. You felt a splash beside you. Sukuna was next to you.

“D-did you ask Aoi’s husband to marry me?” you ask.

“Yes,” he almost immediately replied.

“You barely even know me,” you claim. His facial expressions didn’t move.

“Some husbands have never met their wives,” he put his arms behind his head.

“Why?” you stare at him. “There are many other much more magnanimous women in the village.”

“And you’re the only one who doesn’t avoid me because of my appearance,” he snapped. “I don’t know why I keep on growing taller and more beast like, but you seem to not care, Fushiguro.”

“Are you this keen on marrying me?” you ask.

“Yes,” he replies. He takes your hand, putting it in his palm. “Believe me. I will be with you. In poverty, illness, or old age.”

Your entire world stops.

“I..” you try to speak. “I am..” I am already married to Toji Zenin. “I return these feelings too.”

“Good,” Sukuna smiles for once.

He pulls your body closer to him, as you feel yourself sitting on his upper thigh. You could feel something long and hard beside it, but didn’t dare question what it was. You put your arms around his neck.

Without any restraint, you gently suck on his skin.

You feel his arms lifting your legs up to the hard long thing you felt earlier. Feeling it sinking into you, you hold in the little cries at the new sensation.

“Not yet!” you whisper.

Sukuna let go of you, but you still are sitting on him.

“You’re right,” his cheeks were slightly pink. “I got excited.”

“Do you get these thoughts about me a lot?” you ask, your thighs squeezing against his, still recovering from what happened.

“When did you start thinking about marriage with me?” he ignored your question.

“I don’t know,” you responded. Which was true. “Was I the first woman?”

“No,” he said. Your gut twisted. Did he remember something? “I remember a woman I loved.”

“Do you remember something?” you curiously tugged his finger.

“She was angry at me, so she left,” his eyes were still with you. No where else. “I don’t remember anything else.”

But his memory was someone else’s. Ryomen Sukuna’s. He was a monster was tore villages and burned them, any woman would be furious at him.

“I won’t get angry at you, I won’t have a reason to be,” you cup his face with your hands. “I’ll make sure we have a peaceful life.”

Showing his sharper teeth, he smiles. Warmly.

The way back, you notice Sukuna looking at you more. His gaze was somehow always on you. By the time you reached the house, Aoi was asleep.

As Sukuna lies down on his mattress, you slowly walk over to sit by his side. You slide under his blanket, head under his chin. Maybe a little further down. Snuggling up to him, you catch him smiling while eyes closed. His arm, pushes you against him even more.

You think of what happened to you these months.

Maybe it was worth it.

The following autumn was you and Sukuna doing tasks together. But it was more of you two having conversations that the old Sukuna would’ve asked you about.

Walking home from buying kimonos, you hear woman behind you, whispering. When you turned around, you notice they were young women a few years younger than you. You could tell by their voices and clothing.

“Fushiguro,” one of them ran up to you, the others followed. “I heard you and Tsuku are engaged now?”

“Yes,” you say, smiling. You don’t enjoy speaking to most people your age except your sister, but it was an inevitable task to small talk.

“Why did you choose Tsuku?” the one wearing a pink kimono asked. “He doesn’t even have a last name.”

“He will take on mine then,” you reply.

“But he’s scary.. and really ugly” the youngest one, no older than fourteen says.

“I think he is a kind man,” you softly retort at the comment. Anfuku would attempt to kick these women if he heard them say that. But you knew these women were immature little girls. “He treats me nicely, and thats all I care for.”

“You’re so wise, Fushiguro,” the youngest one smiles brightly. “Whens your wedding?”

You lift up your basket of white shiromuku, then walking away.

Aoi was waiting for you by the entrance, and so was little Anfuku.

“When’s it going to happen?” Anfuku yelled.

“When the first snowfall arrives,” Aoi patted his head. “Be patient.”

The entrances door slid open, Sukuna stood there in a black robe. His gaze immediately focused on you. But his gaze was gloomier than usual.

“Tsuku, my husband has told us he will arrange a house for Fushiguro and you,” Aoi said. “It won’t be big, but it’s the best he can do.”

“He also said something else,” Sukuna’s tone dropped. “He has bad news for you.”

He gestured his fingers for you to follow him, a habit he had before he lost his memory. His footsteps were heavier today, and he didn’t smile when he saw you. Leading you to the shared bedroom, he aggressively shuts the door closed.

You sat down with Sukuna as he reopened the letter. He seemed relatively calm, but you sense of uneasiness in him.

But these months you spent with him were worth it. You understood when he was tired, sad, annoyed, and happy. When he was unhappy, he’d often take his anger on objects. He would punch the floor, or sometimes smash plates. But he never took it on Anfuku, or you. He would only do it when he thought he was alone.

に伏黒、ご家族のご冥福をお祈りいたします。飛騨の北に村を見つけ、阿藤伏黒という男のことを村人に聞いてみた。村長によると、自分は南にある別の村の商売人で、長い間悪意のある獣によって焼かれ、虐殺されてきました。彼らは、残忍な攻撃を生き延びたのは何人、誰なのかを知りません。好奇心が大きくなり、焼け野原の村に調査に行った。村には屋根が破れ、死者の骸骨がいくつかありました。お父様やご家族の遺骨が見つからなかったこと、心よりお詫び申し上げます。来世で仏が彼らを守ってくださいますように。

Dear Fushiguro, you requested for me to ask for your family’s well being. I found a village in the north of Hida, and I asked the villagers about a man named Ato Fushiguro. The head of the village says he is a businessman of another village further south that has been long burned down and slaughtered by a malicious beast. They don’t know how many, or who, survived the brutal attack. My curiosity grew bigger, I went to the burnt down village to investigate. The village had torn roof and some skeleton of those dead. I sincerely apologize I couldn’t find the remains of your father and the rest of your family. May buddha protect them in the afterlife.

You clenched your fist as you read the letter. Sukuna put his hand on yours. You push him away.

He killed your family.

No, Ryomen Sukuna did.

He was in Ryomen Sukuna’s body. But he wasn’t him.

Tsuku was a grounded, sweet man. Sukuna was another man. You wanted yourself to believe that.

“It will be okay,” Sukuna put your hand on his chest.

Tears dropped onto the letter as you begin to audibly wail. Ryomen Sukuna slaughtered your entire village, not sparing a single bone. That was what he was. A cold blooded murderer.

You look from your tears, to see Sukuna’s sympathetic face. He was the same man who killed everyone in your village.

“I need a walk,” you scramble to get out of the room.

“I’ll come with you,” Sukuna gets to the door before you.

“No,” you snapped, eyes red. “Please, I want to be alone.”

Pacing out of the house, Anfuku calls out your name, but you ignore him.

While slowly walking down the now empty streets, you could only think. Marrying Sukuna was marrying the man who killed your parents. But he was different now.

But you promised yourself, if Sukuna ever regained his memories, you would leave. Who is now is someone different. Regaining his old memories meant Tsuku was gone as dead.

“Fushiguro?” a quiet voice behind you said. “Let’s go home.”

You turn around. Sukuna stood there, with bleeding knuckles. He must’ve took his emotions onto something again.

Walking towards him, you grab his injured hand.

The walk home was silent. You leaned your head on his lower shoulder, to feel a weird bump. You felt it with your hands. The second pair of arms were growing back.

“Tsuku, do you think your body had been changing these months?” you ask.

“Yeah,” his gaze felt sad. “I look ugly now.”

“You aren’t ugly,” you say, looking at him in the eye. “I don’t care how you look. Maybe it’s a curse from the gods.”

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